“You know why trees smell the way they do?” Murphy asked, looking up from her hammering. “Sap?” Logan guessed. “Chlorophyll?” Murphy shook her head. “Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years’ worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth. That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old.”
~ By Frances O’Roark Dowell in 'Where I’d like to be'

I want to learn from the TREES. I want to nourish my roots. Nourish the deepest, most essential parts of myself.Spiritually, emotionally and physically.I want to go out on some limbs.I want to bloom where I'm planted.I want to weather the seasons. I want to provide a nesting place for those I love.I want to bend without breaking.I want to learn from the TREES.

A Thought or Two...

Wildflowers are the visual spirit of freedom.

- Gemma Wiseman

Gardening involves labour and a liberal dose of luck, dependent on the mood swings of Nature's precocious weather child.The health of the spirit depends on the weather child within...Until some kind of Armageddon, when our precious scaffolding melts and natural senses cave! Like a dark haunting of ...maybe!It's all about the passing of time, with lots of colour along the way.- Gemma Wiseman